Keys To The Wrong Body (NSFW)

Sophie and Claire had flown in for a long-overdue holiday in the south of France. Sunburnt, dragging suitcases, they stood at the edge of a winding lane staring at their phones. The GPS had betrayed them.

“Airbnb says it’s here,” Sophie muttered, holding up her phone.

Claire looked around. “Unless our holiday home is a vineyard or a goat shed, we’re lost.”

They gave in and called the hosts, an older couple named Margaret and George who had promised “a personal touch.” Ten minutes later, a little car rattled down the lane. Out stepped Margaret and George — both in their sixties, sun-hatted and smiling, a little like grandparents rescuing wayward children.

“Ah! Our guests!” Margaret laughed, sweeping them into a hug. George helped load the bags, clapping them on the shoulders warmly.

Sophie and Claire tumbled out of the car alongside Margaret and George, laughter spilling into the night. The older couple had them in stitches the whole drive — sharp, witty, effortlessly funny.

When they reached the Airbnb, the girls gasped. The place was gorgeous, far nicer than they’d expected. Margaret disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a jug of what she proudly called her famous margaritas.

The next thing Sophie and Claire knew, they were waking up groggy, disoriented. Then came the screams.

Claire bolted upright, staring down at her reflection in the mirror. “I’m a man! Oh god, look at me!”

She spun to see Sophie, who was frozen in horror, holding up a pair of wrinkled, trembling hands.

They weren’t themselves anymore. Sophie was Margaret. Claire was George. 

Later that afternoon, the sun blazed over the pool. Two young figures reclined on deck chairs, sipping cold drinks and laughing softly.

Margaret stretched in Claire’s youthful body, sunglasses perched on her nose. Beside her, George ran his fingers along his newly stolen skin—Sophie’s skin—admiring the glow.

“Not bad for sixty-eight,” he said with a grin, flexing Sophie’s tanned arm.

Margaret chuckled, clinking her glass against his. “Told you this holiday would be unforgettable.”

Lifting her sunglasses Margaret asked if George was curious about his new body, he was very much and it did not take long for them to be exploring these bodies on an entire different level.